Let the Bizarre Adventure of the Joestars begin.

'Ah, since Blackwood has that idea, he definitely won't die. The only question is how he'll avoid it tomorrow. Cecilia's examination is the most crucial part of this whole affair.'

'Faking death?' Yes, faking death can fool a doctor, but to fool a skilled doctor requires a more special method than the normal method of faking death.

For example, relying on medication.

'If I want to fool Cecilia's senses, I at least need to ensure my pulse stops, that is, temporarily feign death. It seems I might have to make a trip to Ghoul Street.'

With this in mind, Miss Jeanne slightly changed her direction and headed towards Ghoul Street.

Surprisingly, Ghoul Street wasn't far from here, just two streets away.

"Speaking of which, Ghoul Street is where Speedwagon lives, right?" Although the rumors about Ghoul Street are terrifying, it's exceptionally safe for Jeanne, who has subdued the entire Ghoul Street, several times safer than the Peace Summit we stayed at before.

However, today might be an exception.

Someone actually had the audacity to approach Miss Jeanne.

No, it wasn't just one person, but a group of people. However, this group didn't include the thugs Miss Na had met before, nor did it include Speedwagon.

In other words, this group of people are not from Ghoul Street; they must have been sent by someone who wanted Miss Jeanne to die here.

"Ah, well, I won't ask about your purpose. Let's all come together, I'm a little in a hurry." Yes, Miss Jeanne was a little in a hurry.

That shop that sells Japanese medicine is almost closed down.

However, if it weren't for this group of people, Miss Jeanne would have been able to hit them just before closing time, but now, the problem here can probably be resolved a little faster.

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Gradually evolving into a two-legged beast. (Press B to cancel.JPG)

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Ripple and Blood Carnival: Chapter Twenty-Four - I Really Want to Bully the Timid Miss Hudson

It didn't take long to deal with a large number of thugs, including some criminals with dangerous items, but Miss Jeanne only knocked them unconscious and didn't do anything else.

As for the reason? Miss Jeanne didn't need to do anything. This was Ghoul Street. After being knocked unconscious, it was uncertain whether these people would even survive until the next day.

However, even after arriving at the Japanese pharmacy, Miss Jeanne did not find any record of the sale of drugs with the function of faking death recently, but she did see a record of the sale of Black Sea rhododendron honey.

"Black Sea rhododendron nectar comes from the Black Sea off Turkey. This stuff is infamous there because it can cause people to fall into a state of paralysis and apparent death. Even experienced doctors can misdiagnose it." After hearing what Miss Jeanne said, Cecilia looked through several books before finding an explanation of Black Sea rhododendron nectar.

"It looks like we've found the drug to fake Blackwood's death, but let's wait until that guy can survive the hanging first." Miss Jeanne looked at the explanation in the book, not intending to do anything, just planning to continue...

"Cecilia, what are you two talking about?" Hudson, who was listening to the conversation, was completely bewildered. But that made sense, since Miss Hudson was just an ordinary landlady and hadn't been involved in what Miss Jeanne and Cecilia were doing, so it was normal for her not to know.

"It's best if you don't understand." Cecilia didn't intend to explain anything to Miss Hudson, who looked a little confused. After all, knowing too much wasn't a good thing.

The clock in the room struck, which meant it was time for Cecilia and Miss Jeanne to set off; they had to go and deal with the Duke of Blackwood's problem.

Seeing the two men starting to straighten their clothes again, Hudson understood that these two guys, who had only rested for about half a month, were about to leave again.

"Are we... leaving?" Hudson asked timidly to Cecilia, who seemed the easier one to get along with.

"Yes, we're about to set off, but this time it won't take as long as last time." Looking at Cecilia, who had a slight fear on her face, Hudson quickly understood why she was acting this way.

Perhaps it was because the two of them had been gone for too long last time, and quite a few police officers had come to protect her, that situation probably frightened Miss Hudson.

So, Miss Hudson was afraid, afraid that something might happen to these two people.

"Then, then, come back and have dinner together?" Hearing Cecilia's affirmative answer, Miss Hudson still held a little bit of other expectations.

"Okay, I've been missing Hudson's cooking these past few days." Seeing Hudson like this, Cecilia naturally agreed.

"Miss Cecilia and Miss Jeanne, Blackwood's hanging is about to take place," the officer said as he entered the room.

The officer who joined the team was a recent hire named Krach, and he was often responsible for informing Miss Jeanne and Miss Cecilia of small matters.

"Well, let's go."

"By the way, Mrs. Hudson, I'm also quite interested in your dinner." Miss Jeanne, who had already opened the apartment door and was about to leave, added as if she had suddenly remembered something.

"I don't want you to eat it, I'm only making Cecilia." It was rare for her to be a little firm with Miss Jeanne.

However, Hudson is all bark and no bite, and he will eventually cook dinner for Miss Jeanne. Although it may not be as elaborate or plentiful as Cecilia's, it is still much more comfortable for Miss Jeanne to cook for herself.

The reason is that Miss Jeanne is simply lazy. Although her cooking is delicious, her laziness makes her lose all interest in cooking.

“I say, Jeanne, you didn’t need to go to such lengths to make Miss Hudson less afraid,” Cecilia commented on the interaction between the two of them as she sat in the carriage.

"No way! Hudson's face is the kind that makes you want to bully him. It would be a shame not to tease him."

Yes, just as Miss Jeanne said, Hudson's face is very tempting to bully, and coupled with her personality, every time you tease Miss Hudson a little, it's irresistible.

"Actually, you just wanted to put her mind at ease this time, right?" Cecilia quickly realized that this time her reason was different from the previous one.

"But you did the right thing." That was the assessment, but there was no feeling that Miss Jeanne's actions were wrong. After all, someone like Hudson would probably get into trouble if no one reassured him.

After all, the last time, it was only because Dio and Jojo checked on Hudson from time to time that no major problems occurred.

This time, giving Hudson a guarantee would probably put his mind at ease a little, if Miss Jeanne and Cecilia returned on time for dinner.

That would probably put Hudson at ease, probably.

However, after their conversation, they eventually arrived at the Tower of London.

The Tower of London is a fascinating building that combines the functions of a fortress, armory, treasury, mint, palace, observatory, refuge, and prison.

Built on the north bank of the Thames, the building incorporates architectural styles from several eras of British architecture.

However, there's nothing much going on lately.

Miss Jeanne and Miss Cecilia were heading to the prison section of the Tower of London, a place where high-ranking criminals were held most of the time.

Of course, there are prisons elsewhere, but the Duke of Blackwood is a man of great status, which is why he is imprisoned here. Although he is not completely isolated, he should still have a single cell.

Although she wasn't placed in isolation, what Ms. Na saw was close to isolation.

It was the innermost part of a certain cell floor, and Miss Na hadn't seen anyone in the cells outside that cell, which was quite an interesting situation.

"Looks like there are still a lot of empty cells," he asked tentatively to Officer Lakch, who was leading the way.

“Sir, we have to move the prisoners, or there will be a riot. He has a great influence on the prisoners, it’s like he can drill into their heads.” As he spoke, Lakch stopped and stopped moving forward.

“If you have other things to attend to, you can go and take care of them.” Turning to the officer who was still standing there, Miss Jeanne could only offer him a way out.

They walked up to the prison cell.

The only prisoner on this floor is the Duke of Blackwood.

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Double update complete. It seems I really need to get used to double updates for a while, otherwise I still can't write fast.

Thank you Jeanne Darc for the recommendation vote.

Thanks to Yunru for the recommendation and monthly pass.

Ripple and Blood Frenzy: Chapter Twenty-Five - Blackwood, Who Could Never Be a Fanatic

"He who has ears should hear."

“I saw another beast coming up out of the sea,” the man in the prison chanted, like a fanatic.

"The beast had ten horns and seven heads. On the ten horns were ten crowns, and on the seven heads were blasphemous names. And it bowed to the dragon, for it gave its authority to the beast."

Miss Jeanne walked to the door of the iron cell and examined everything inside.

“And the beast says, who can compare to this beast?” The man continued, ignoring Miss Jeanne who had already reached the iron cage.

"The beast I saw was like a leopard, with feet like a bear and a mouth like a lion. The dragon gave it his power, his throne and great authority."

"I quite like you the way you are now, just like I like a cream cake." Seeing that he was about to continue reading without being interrupted, Miss Jeanne spoke up.

“I’m glad you accepted my invitation,” Blackwood said, as if he had only just noticed Miss Jeanne standing there.

"I have a question I'd like to ask."

"Is there anything I can do to help you?"

“I’m curious, do you really think you won’t die?” Miss Jeanne’s words were full of sarcasm, as if she were mocking Blackwood at that moment.

“I will not die, at least, no mortal can kill me.” Blackwood was certain of this as he looked at Miss Jeanne’s face, but Miss Jeanne’s sudden mention of it made him begin to have a little doubt.

He doubted whether his prepared method of faking death would actually allow him to survive.

“I think you did a better job buying Black Sea rhododendron honey. After all, only refined Black Sea rhododendron honey can induce a state of suspended animation. I almost missed finding out about it yesterday,” Miss Jeanne said, pulling a Black Sea rhododendron flower from behind her back.

"Truly worthy of being called a great detective." Blackwood was not angry that his little trick had been exposed, but instead praised Miss Jeanne for solving the case.

“However, you are about to die, but it will be a real death, unlike the death caused by medication.” Miss Jeanne looked at the man in the prison cell and didn’t intend to do anything more.

"Maybe, but God won't let me die, absolutely not." Blackwood said this as if he didn't care at all that his method of faking his death had been cracked.

"Oh, by the way, I wanted to ask you, could you let Cecilia and me dissect your brain? After all, the deformities in your brain can definitely help humanity evolve." Before leaving, Miss Jeanne didn't forget to mock Blackwood.

“Josta, I think you should broaden your horizons. Sometimes, God can do far more than you imagine.” Even in prison, Blackwood’s words were filled with arrogant arrogance.

"Let's talk about it when you survive." In the end, Miss Jeanne left, leaving behind these words.

"There are still three more deaths, and there's nothing you can do about it." But whether these words actually reached Miss Jeanne, who knows?

In the end, Blackwood was hanged, but after their previous conversation, Miss Jeanne absolutely refused to believe that Blackwood would die like that.

Yes, Miss Jeanne sensed that something was wrong, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

I can only go back to 221B Baker Street to check the information first. Maybe I'll find something wrong with what I found.

"Jeanne, what's the rush?" Cecilia asked, looking somewhat hurried after the execution.

“Something’s not right. Even if Blackwood didn’t have the drug to fake his death, there must be some way he could fool you.” Yes, Miss Jeanne absolutely does not believe that Blackwood is dead.